Where will my horse walk? I must sleep, now. I must pass out, now.
Fuck, the dream pigs into my foot.
It's so sad to possess a body.
To back up into your own mark and realize you've been orbiting a pool,
I would wish I had been longer when I had been there for that short time
I understand. The room is white and pink.
My hand will not take yours,
which is merely the immense foot put out to live.
I want to go to a place and be there for a long time
I can't stand to answer. Let me carry you, you are beautiful
and you froth and you are very perfect.
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